he lives for love, he loves his drugs, he loves his baby, too
or: Frank is your hot manager that you might have a crush on. Smoking with him once won’t hurt. Right?
substance abuse during sex, munch Frank, spit, age gap
Finding work as a young adult without many special skills wasn’t an easy task. You had to maintain a stable studying schedule, an apartment you shared with a friend, and to somehow keep your head above the water. It was exhausting.
You decided to spend your Sunday walking around the part of town you usually didn’t wander around in. It was darker, walls covered with graffiti and punks your mom warned you about. You always felt connected to the scene, and after leaving your parents house you finally allowed yourself to properly sink into it.
So there you were, standing in front of the small, but expensive looking guitar store at the end of the street. There was a worker needed sign at the front, and you gulped as you eyed the glass door, rethinking your choices. You knew your way around instruments, but you couldn’t actually play one properly enough for a music store. You told the manager all of those things as you called a couple of days ago, and he offered you an interview anyway. So who were you to decline?
As you stepped in, the smell of cologne, metal strings and paper hit your nose. You looked around, and a man quickly made his way towards you.
He wasn’t tall, had a broad, strong looking torso, and a shirt that sat a little too tightly around his biceps. It took you another second to process the ridiculous amount of tattoos that decorated every piece of skin you could see, and you couldn’t help but to think about the ink that was hidden from you by stupid pieces of clothing. You had to clear your throat to shake that thought away, since you could feel your cheeks already heating up before the clearly much older and handsome man before you.
He flashed you a big toothy grin and extended his hand towards you. You smiled back shyly and shook his hand, trying your best to keep your eyes glued to his. You gulped again, your smile flattering. “I’m here for the.. interview?” Your voice was quiet, already afraid to embarrass yourself. The tip of his fingers were rough against the soft skin of your hand.
The man let out a small chuckle and caressed your hand he was holding with his other one for a second before letting go, a warm gesture that made your heart skip a beat. “y/n, right?” He raised a brow as he headed towards the reception, motioning you to follow him. You hummed and nodded, sticking your hands in your pockets. He smiled and looked at some documents, shaking his head. “Oh, good. My memory’s not the best these days.” He chuckled, letting out a little ‘ah’ as he found the paper he was looking for. He pushed it on the wooden counter towards you, and tapped it.
“Some basic bullshit I gotta let you read and sign before telling you you’re hired.” He explained, and you couldn’t help but blush.
“are you sure, sir? I mean, I can’t really play, and we only talked over the phone..”
He clicked his tongue and stopped you, shaking his head as he handed you a pen.
“I’ll be honest with you, y/n, I really need the extra help. The worker I had left pretty recently, and guitars are pretty popular these days.” He chuckled, his smile reaching all the way to his eyes, that crinkled a little at the corners. “And please, call me Frank.” He added, watching your fingers fiddling with the pen.
You took a deep breath and signed the paper, before putting the pen down. “There.” You smiled, playing with your hair for a second before you realized what you were doing, dropping your hands in embarrassment. “So when do I start, Frank?” His name felt funny on your tongue, but you knew it was a matter of time before you adjust to it.
Frank hummed, rubbing his hands together. “Well, usually we’re not open Sundays. But I got a big shipment two days ago and had to come to unpack. So if you’re not too busy..” he motioned towards the back of the store with his head, and you followed, your gaze meeting a scary amount of boxes. You chuckled and put your bag down. “Let’s go.”
The week after that was honestly pretty amazing. You managed to keep up with your classes and find your way around your new job. It was a very organized schedule- getting to class at 9, leaving at 2, grabbing a quick bite on your way to your new workplace for the closing shift, the one with your manager, Frank.
He greeted you with a smile and a warm handshake every time, spending his time in the shop with you by his side as he tried to teach you as much as he could about guitars, amplifiers, how to change strings and how to handle teenagers coming to touch as much guitars as they can without actually buying anything. It was a lovely routine, and you grew into liking it there, loving Franks company.
You found yourself looking forward to your classes to end just so you can spend your afternoon in the shop, close to Frank. His handshakes became a gentle hold, and by the end of the week you shared a small hug on your way out. You cleared your throat and held your bag, eyeing him down. You didn’t mean to act as awkward as you did, but you couldn’t help it next to him.
Frank didn’t seem to mind, and closed the door after the both of you, making sure it’s locked. It was Saturday afternoon, so no work tomorrow. You hated to admit the ache you felt in your stomach. You felt ridiculous. Were you actually going to miss your work? On your only day off? What was wrong with you. You chuckled to yourself at that, almost forgetting that Frank was still right there, waiting for the final goodbye until Monday. He smiled as he saw you laughing to yourself, his head slightly tilted. “What?” His voice was giggly as he spoke, hands stuck down his denim pockets.
You waved your hand to dismiss him, smiling to yourself. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” You nibbled on your lower lip without noticing, looking around just in time to see your friend waving at you from their car. Right. They said they’ll pick you up today. “I’ll.. see you Monday?” You offered, your voice quieter than you intended it to be as you smiled to him, tugging a piece of hair behind your ear. Frank nodded, fidgeting with his car key himself. “See you then, kiddo.”
You held back a smile at the nickname, biting your inner cheek as you headed towards your friend quickly, gazing at Frank as he made his way towards his own car before you drove off. Only then, when you were no longer in his presence, you allowed yourself to sink into your thoughts. It was stupid of you to deny the weird way you felt around him. It wasn’t like your last job with your last weird manager, who did everything he could to make you uncomfortable.
Frank was sweet, caring, thoughtful. He listened to you complaining about your professors and school work as he changed strings, allowed you to watch him as he played, and didn’t make you feel stupid for asking basic questions. His big hazel eyes never looked away from yours as you spoke, like it was his mission to make sure you know he’s listening, even if he was busy. Your cheeks warmed up just at the memory of his tatted fingers moving on the guitars neck like they were made just for it. You took a sharp breath in, re-focusing on the road before you, pinching your nose bridge.
You were falling for your manger. Thats so much like you, isn’t it? Falling for older men you didn’t have any shot with. You cursed yourself, deciding to shake it off. You liked that job, and you’ll do the right, grown up thing, which is pushing your thoughts down. Even if it was ridiculously hard, because every time Frank moved past you at work, he had the urge to move you aside with his big hand on your waist, and your brain pretty much short circuited every time. You needed to pull yourself together, and maybe that day apart from him was exactly what you needed in order to do so.
Frank felt like an idiot. Every time he caught himself staring at you for a moment too long as you walked around the store, eyeing everything with your big, curious eyes, eager for every piece of information he could offer to you. He couldn’t help but reach for your hands as he tried to teach you a riff on one of his guitars, his rough fingertips against your soft skin sending a shiver down your spine as he fixed your position on the guitars neck. He knew it was wrong… and weird.
He was your manager, and probably 20 years older than you. But that didn’t seem to stop those thoughts from clouding his head. Two days ago, he stared for a moment too long as you bent down to unpack a box, and had to physically remove himself from the scene. It wasn’t like him, and he was glad to get greeted by the empty walls of his house for the weekend. He let his hands drag down his face as he sank down on his worn out sofa, immediately getting ambushed by his dog, that licked his face on her way to collapsing on his lap.
“Hey girl..” Frank chuckled and rubbed her stomach, putting something on the tv. His gaze dropped to his black phone screen for a moment, like he was expecting something. He groaned to himself, and focused on the shitty reality show that filled the quiet house. “Pull yourself together, Iero..” he grumbled to himself, his home getting darker as the sun started to set.
The weekend passed by too fast, like it usually did. The only thing that changed was that you actually looked forward for the week to start. You finally found something new to obsess over, and it just happened to be your too-old-manager, but whatever made your classes pass by faster. Right?
It was finally noon, and you made your way to the store, your legs carrying you there on autopilot. Frank was already there, and didn’t notice you until the little bell above the door rang, notifying him that someone entered the store. He immediately turned towards you from his position behind the desk, flashing you his signature grin, the one you already looked forward to seeing every day. You smiled back and removed your coat on your way towards him.
“Pretty empty here today, huh?” You mumbled and looked around. It was usually pretty busy by that time already. Frank nodded, eyes still glued to the screen for a moment longer before he moved his gaze to you. “It’s for the best, though. We got some arrangements to do around here.” You rolled your eyes and groaned, and he laughed at your reaction, like he knew it was coming. “I know.. I know.. it won’t be too bad, promise.” He chuckled and patted your shoulder as he passed you, making his way towards the room in the back. You followed, eager to do whatever it was he needed your help with.
The hours passed fast enough, like it usually did with Frank. You had casual conversations, and even if there was silence it wasn’t an awkward one, thankfully.
He let you check the inventory, seeing if he got everything he ordered, while sitting back for a little while. Frank watched you as you looked at all the shelves, squinting your eyes at the numbers, seeing if they match the paper you were holding in your hands. He wasn’t a silent guy, and it became boring to just watch after a while. He licked his teeth for a moment before opening his mouth to speak.
“So.. yer a smoker?” He asked with a smile, resting his arms on his knees as he kept looking at you. You chuckled and turned to look at him for a second, before continuing your task. “If I say yes I’m going to get fired?” You joked, like you could already see Franks teasing expression. He did chuckle, and fiddled with his fingers as he kept eyeing your back. “Nah. Y’know I’m not like that.” He got up with a small huff, walking towards you slowly, checking the paper in your hands from behind your back. You felt frozen in place and caught under his gaze, like you usually felt when he was close to you. Shaking yourself out of it, you continued. “Well, then yeah. I’m smoking with friends sometimes. My roommate smokes a lot, actually.” You replied, and moved to the other side of the shelf.
It took Frank a second to follow, but he eventually did, chuckling to himself. “I remember being your age, smoking whatever bullshit my friends got their hands on.” His eyes kept following your fingers as you scanned the checklist. “Y’know, I can hook you up with something real good.” His voice turned a little lower as he said that, even if the conversation was still considered casual. You gulped, suddenly very aware of his body heat practically pressed to your back. You tilted your head to look at him, cheeks immediately heating up at the sight of his eyes burning into yours. “Yeah?” You asked, throat dry.
Frank nodded. “Mhm. Shits expensive tho, we’ll have to share.” He chuckled, making the conversation light again, taking a step back and everything. You felt thankful and laughed with him, running your fingers through your hair. “You offer to share joints with everyone who works for you?” You joked, but kept your gaze on him for his reaction. He laughed, but his eyes had a glint behind them, one you almost recognized.
“Nah. Yer special.” Frank smiled, sitting back down in his chair. “Be good this week, and you’ll get to taste the real thing, capiche?” It was all very casual, but you couldn’t help the warm feeling that spread through you at his words.
After that conversation, the week couldn’t go by any slower. Frank was acting like nothing was going on, but you couldn’t help the way your thoughts spiraled. Was he actually planning on smoking with you? Does that mean you’ll sit with your hot manager after work hours? You spent your time organizing boxes in the back, zoned out and thinking about the possibilities.
Finally, Saturday noon arrived, and the store slowly cleared up until only you and Frank left. He counted the cash and closed the computer quietly, and you pretended to be busy, waiting for him to lock up. He headed towards the door after another minute, you right after him. “You got any plans for the night kid?” Frank asked as he locked the door, shoving the key down his pocket when he was done, his eyes stuck on you. Your cheeks flushed and you cleared your throat before replying. “No, I don’t think so.” Your shoes suddenly seemed very interesting, you couldn’t bear the weight of his hazel eyes on yours.
He started to walk towards his car, smiling to himself as he noticed you hurrying to follow, your car being parked next to his. His hand was already on the door handle as he replied, and it took you a moment to tear your eyes away from staring at his fingers wrapped around it. “I think you were good. ‘think you deserve that joint. What do you think?” He asked, his voice joking and teasing, his signature smirk tugging at his lips as he looked at you, waiting for a response.
You licked your lips that suddenly felt very dry and chuckled to make yourself less embarrassed than you felt. You rubbed the back of your head as you nodded. “I think so. It’s either that or a bonus.. you pick.” You teased in return, even daring to stare back into his eyes. Frank smiled, eyebrows a little raised, seemingly impressed by your reply. He nodded in return, opening his car and dropping to the sit with a huff, eyes still on you. “Can I pick you up at 8? If it’s not too inappropriate, of course.” He smiled, showing teeth, hands flexing on the wheel.
You couldn’t believe this was actually happening to you. Maybe dreams do come true. “I’ll text you my address.” You replied shyly, already taking a step closer to your car. Frank waved to you, eyes following your movements. “Sweet. See you then, sugar.” He called after you, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
You texted him your address as soon as you got home, deciding to keep your plans hidden from your roommate, who would probably judge you for it. But they didn’t see Frank like you did, so they can’t do that. You started to get ready, being way too anxious about it all. Taking a long shower, shaving, picking nice clothes to wear, and spraying an obnoxious amount of perfume. At 8 sharp, you got a call from him. Who the fuck calls these days? You expected a text, and it took you an extra awkward moment to reply before you did. Frank only let you know that he was downstairs, and you can take your time. You let out a long sigh, and ran your fingers through your hair. You slipped into a pair of shoes and shouted goodbye to your roommate before going downstairs almost embarrassingly fast.
Frank was waiting with the windows open, some shitty punk music playing on the speakers as he watched you through his shades, smirking already, like it was the only expression he had. You tugged a piece of hair behind your ear and got in the car, the smell of intense cologne and something that was purely him hit your nose, and you politely smiled in return. “Not awkward at all.” You noted with a giggle, watching him chuckle and get the engine running, leaving the park spot. He lived closer than you expected, and the chat on the way to his loft was casual enough. Work stuff. Nothing weird. It was almost like that night was going to be just as one of your work days.
His place looked just as you imagined it. Walls covered with guitars, selected paintings and vintage posters, and a dog that ran to the door the moment you entered. Frank patted it enthusiastically, accepting the licks and barks of adoration with great delight. He got up with a small huff, just in time to see you remove your jacket, getting comfortable. “Mi Casa Su Casa.” He added with a chuckle. You snorted, the way he talked reminded you of your dad. Your cheeks darkened at the thought as you kicked your shoes off, walking to the kitchen after him. “Beer?” He already handed you a can before you got to agree. It was very artistic. Clearly a special order. It made you smile as he cracked it open for you in your hand, taking a sip of his own, not removing his gaze from you.
You took a small sip, making a face at the bitter taste. Frank chuckled, licking the foam off his upper lip. “IPA. Not for everyone..” he raised a brow and let his hand slip on your lower back as he walked past you, heading towards the living room. You almost choked at the feeling, and hurried after him, trying your best to stay composed. You weren’t usually this naive, but being close to Frank made it difficult to act normal. He was so mature, charming.
Frank sat down and immediately fiddled with the tv remote, looking through the ridiculous amount of films he had saved. You sat at the corner of the sofa, not daring to move any closer, cradling the can of beer in your hands. He looked at you for a moment, before moving his gaze back to the tv. “Got anything against horror?” He took another sip, allowing his eyes to drag on you before meeting your eyes. You shook your head and turned it towards the screen, avoiding his gaze. “I like it a lot, actually.” You replied, pulling your knees to your chest. He hummed in approval, and pressed on Texas Chainsaw Massacre. “Personal favorite.” He added with a chuckle as he got up for a moment, retrieving a box and a lighter from the kitchen counter. You watched him curiously until he sat back down.
Frank opened the box, revealing a ridiculously organized line of joints. You snorted, putting your can down on the table. Frank giggled as he took one out, tapping on the filter. “I know, I know… told you it’s the good stuff, though.” He smiled, pulling the ashtray closer to the both of you. He lit the tip, letting it burn for a moment before taking a long, deep inhale. He let his eyes close for a moment, allowing the heavy smoke to enter his lungs before letting it out of his nose. You didn’t remove your eyes from him, the sight was almost mesmerizing, and you couldn’t help but stare. Frank eventually opened his eyes, offering it to you as he reached for his can for another sip. You grabbed it from him, taking a smaller puff that still somehow made you cough. You covered your face and chuckled into your fist as you spluttered, watching Frank giggling, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Take it easy, kid..” he said as he grabbed the joint, the tip of his fingers touching yours for a second too long.
You took another sip as he took another long drag, his body already sinking deeper into the couch, face getting a little redder, smile getting a little bigger. Whatever it was you two were smoking, it was strong. Even for Frank. You kept exchanging the blunt between the two of you, falling into casual conversation with the obscene sounds of the slasher in the background. Frank got himself another can of beer and sat back down, closer to you than before. Heat was radiating off him, and it took everything from you to not lean closer, especially at the venerable state of mind you were in at the moment.
He took a sip, the foam staying on his mustache. It made you giggle, and before you got to stop yourself, you brought your hand to his face, wiping it off with the pad of your your thumb. You blushed hard at your actions, too frozen in place to break your gaze off from his burning hazel eyes. Neither of you moved for a long minute. You felt like a deer in headlights, and he didn’t want to scare you away. It was your ridiculous amount of attraction to him, or the smoke that clouded your senses, but you eventually brought your thumb to your mouth and sucked on it, swirling your tongue around the tip. Franks mouth fell agape at the sight, joint long forgotten on the table as his eyes fell to your parted lips. “Yer playin a dangerous game, sweetheart.” His voice was low and heavy as he dragged his eyes back to yours, one of his eyebrows raised, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah?” You replied, your throat dry as you stared back, not daring to move a muscle.
Frank nodded, slowly bringing his hand to your wrist, his tatted fingers clenched around it, creating a beautiful contrast against your skin. You blushed hard, and watched him bringing your hand to his face, wrapping his lips around the same thumb you just sucked on. It was your turn to stare in awe as he nibbled at the tip of it, his eyes burning holes into yours. He hummed at the taste before pulling your hand away, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your finger. “Gonna let me kiss you, pretty girl?” He breathed out, inching closer to you. You nodded, not being able to do anything else. He smiled and closed the gap between the two of you.
Franks lips were drier than yours. He pressed hard, gaining entrance the moment your mouth met his. His tongue rubbed against yours as he moved his hands to your waist, holding you closer as you dropped your feet to the ground, allowing him to pull you further against him. You felt almost limp in his arms, your lips moving on autopilot against his. Your head was spinning, and Frank was the only thing grounding you down to earth.
After a long minute he broke the kiss and got up, giving a small peck to your jaw as he did. He removed his shirt with a huff, revealing the ridiculous amount of tattoos that decorated his entire torso, not leaving any piece of skin exposed. You mouth practically watered at the sight, and you almost didn’t notice him taking another puff before leaning down to kiss you again, his hands on your cheeks this time, slowly blowing the smoke into your mouth as he kissed you hungrily.
You allowed the smallest moan to escape your mouth and into his, and Frank accepted it with a groan of his own. He tilted your head back, parting from you with a nibble to your lower lip. He smirked down at your lustful gaze as he slowly got to his knees, not removing his eyes from your face. Your mind was too slow to realize what was happening, and Frank was already working on the button of your jeans. You hurried to sit up and help him slide it off, and he thanked you with a kiss to your lower stomach, throwing your pants to the side, revealing your panties to him. He practically growled at the sight, and averted his gaze up to your shocked expression, still sat on his knees between your legs. “Can smell how wet you are through the fabric, babe. ‘S that all f’me?” He moved closer to your clothed pussy as he spoke, pressing kisses to your inner thighs, rubbing the patch of wetness that formed there with his fingers. You moaned and nodded, not being able to stop watching him.
Frank hummed and looked up at you again. His hair was slightly disheveled, pupils blown wide from lust, lips parted from want. “I bet you taste just as sweet as you look.” He whispered, and slowly removed the soaked fabric from you, throwing it to the side. You couldn’t even think of something to say in return before his mouth was on you. His lips were warm and wet around your clit, and you couldn’t help the loud whine that fell from your lips as the feeling. He smiled against you, and got to work. He licked your clit gently, his rough fingers massaging your thighs as he stared up at you. The faces you were making going straight to his cock, that was already hard and strained against his boxers. He smirked against you before bringing one of his hands to your hole, easing one of his fingers inside, immediately curling it upward. You arched your back with a moan, your thighs clenching around his head.
Frank pulled them back apart with his other hand and added another finger to your hole, both curling upward fast and driving you insane, hitting that spot inside of you over and over again. “Don’t get shy on me, sugar.” He groaned, and went back to sucking on your sensitive clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body as he built your climax with every small movement of his tongue and fingers. Your eyes rolled back as your thighs shook in his grasp. Frank didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, didn’t stop eating your clit like a man starved. He moaned against you as he felt your walls clench around his fingers, the sound sending you right over the edge. You came on his face and hand, breathing heavily on the sofa as he stayed on his knees, kissing your soft flesh, easing you through it.
When you finally collected enough energy to look at him again, he was already staring up at you, smirking and liking his lips, just pulling his fingers out of your hole. You whimpered, trying to compose yourself, but Frank was faster. Already getting back up slowly, holding your chin to tilt your head up so you’ll look at him. You looked wrecked, eyes a little closed as you looked right back at him.
He chuckled, rubbing your lower lip with his thumb as he fiddled with his belt with the other hand. “Let’s put that pretty mouth to a good use, huh?” He groaned out, sliding his belt out with one hand as you nodded, daring to lick the tip of his thumb. He smiled, moving his pants and boxers down to reveal his aching cock. The sight made you drool, mouth opening before your brain got to process what you’re about to do. Frank stroked your jaw gently as he held the base of his dick, tapping the tip against your stretched out tongue. “Good girl..” He huffed, a lustful edge to his voice. He stared down at you hungrily as you wrapped your lips around him, sucking at his tip, kitten licking his length. “C’mon sweet thing. Don’t tease me, baby.” Frank moaned, tugging your hair between his fingers. You moaned and did as you were told, taking as much of him as you could into your mouth and throat, bobbing your head slowly.
He smiled and moaned, mouth hung open as he moved your head on his cock, using your mouth like a flashlight. “That’s it, fuck, look at you. Such a good girl f’me, are you? Yer a good girl f’me?” He cooed, and you nodded eagerly, big eyes staring up at him, tears falling on your cheeks from how deep he filled you. Frank clicked his tongue, wiping your tears with his thumb, not stopping his movements. “Taking my cock so well, honey. Yer the best.. pretty little thing..” he choked out, a moan falling from his mouth, he was getting close.
Before you got to fully sink into the praise and the position, Frank pulled out, not wanting to cum just yet. “Fuck.. look at you.. already so fuckin cock drunk..” he chuckled, opening your mouth with his thumb, staring down at your tongue as he collected saliva in his mouth. He spat on your tongue, watching your eyes widening in pure ecstasy. “Fuckin beautiful..” he groaned, allowing you to close your mouth and swallow. “On yer hands and knees, baby.” He took a step back and watched you move to position as he grabbed the joint again, taking a long inhale, admiring your form.
“Good girl.” He blew the smoke out as he spoke, letting it surround the both of you. “Gonna let me fuck you, sweetheart? Gonna let me fill that pretty little hole?” Frank smacked your exposed asscheek, making you jolt and moan as you leaned back into his touch. He chucked, taking another inhale before putting it back down, freeing his hands to massage both of your asscheeks. “That’s what I thought.” He smirked, rubbing his tip against your soaked folds. “Gonna fuckin ruin you, baby.”
Frank sank into your pussy, watching your body tensing at the new feeling, your cheek pressed to the back of the sofa as you struggled to breathe. “That’s it.. shit..” he moaned, slowly moving his hips to help the both of you adjust to the new feeling. “Fuckin amazing, sugar. Yer fuckin amazing..” he breathed out, giving your ass another smack, just in time to feel you pushing your ass back, encouraging him to move. Frank chuckled, giving your back a loving stroke. “Greedy little girl.” He huffed out, smiling as he started to thrust. The sounds were obscene. You were so soaked and Frank was so hard, it took everything in him to not pound you into the sofa and cum faster than he’d like to admit was possible for him.
He held your hips with his big hands, rough fingers digging into your soft flesh as he fucked you hard and fast, moving your body so you’ll meet his movements over and over again. You were drooling against the couch, unable to think straight. All you could do was take Franks cock, and try to keep breathing. You moaned loudly as his tip hit that spot inside of you at every thrust, the sofa cricking beneath you. Frank was breathing heavily, sweating and staring at the way your ass looked under his fingers. You were absolutely perfect. He cursed under his breath, letting low moans escape his throats as he lost himself in the feeling.
“Fuckin perfect, baby. Look at you. Shit. Needed to fucking - ahh- to fucking have you like that.” He breathed out, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he kept pounding into you, fucking the air out of your lungs. “Gonna fill you up sweetheart. y-yer gonna fuckin take it, t-take it like a good girl.” He moaned and smacked you hard, coaxing a loud cry out of you. You could almost taste his cock on your tongue again. Frank moaned in return and filled you up with a final thrust, burying himself deep in your abused cunt. He breathed heavily for another minute, cursing under his breath before reaching to the ashtray behind him, grabbing the almost finished joint and taking a long inhale before passing it to you. You took a puff as he was holding it, blowing the smoke to the side as you turned to look at him.
Frank was breathing heavily above you, still buried in your hole, a drunk smile on his face. “Hey there.” He slowly left you, smirking at the sight of his cum dripping down your inner leg. You hummed, looking up at him lazily, stretching your arms towards him. He chuckled and sat back down, offering you a cigarette from a pack he had on his table. You took one with a smile and waited as he lit it for you, blowing the smoke to the side. Frank stroked your waist gently as you came down from your high, breathing heavily still as you cuddled up to him. “That wasn’t.. too weird, wasn’t it?” Your voice was shy again, it made him giggle, pressing a small kiss to the side of your head. “f’course it wasn’t. Yer still scheduled with me on Monday, sweetheart.” Frank added with a smile, making you chuckle.
The weed was in fact better than what you usually smoked. Now that you think about it.
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